#thats from the “I will love you letter”

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hi i came w a request ‼️ can i pls request a written hinata fic where like its graduation day?? or the end of third year n reader n hinata r both gonna pursue completely different paths and they both like each other but never confessed n it’s just a sad goodbye n maybe we can get like a confession BUT it’s definitely a sad goodbye so like angst ig!!

reader can be gn or fem reader idm :)))

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 — 𝐒. 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀

shōyō hinata x gn!reader (kenma kozume x gn!reader)

walking away from the boy you’ve loved for years is hard, but the past will always stay in the past, fading into memories you’ll leave behind

word count ; 1.5k

warnings ; swearing, angst, hurt, reader ends up okay

THE BRISK, COOL LATE-MARCH AIR did nothing to calm your nerves. As you walked down the mountain path to the high school you’ve attended for the past 3 years, you couldn’t help but feel the pinpricks of tears at the corners of your eyes. The weight of it all—the looming graduation, the uncertainty of what comes next, and the tight knot in your chest—threatened to pull you under.

Pausing for a moment, you breathed in the bitter scent of the mountain—almost rubbery with a small hint of wet earth and moss from the rainfall of last night. The mountains surrounding the school had always felt like a fortress, a place that grounded you. But today, it felt distant, almost indifferent to your inner turmoil.

Karasuno High School had been your second home for the past three years. During your second year your friend Hitoka Yachi roped you into joining her in managing the volleyball team—a team that had made it to nationals the year before, filling your school with a pride you hadn’t seen since your older sister had attended. Thats where you met him for the first time.

Shōyō Hinata. Number ten on the volleyball team, the guy who could vertical jump nearly a meter, Karasuno’s greatest decoy—and the guy who had unwittingly stolen your heart.

You’d never meant for it to happen. He was a ball of energy, bouncing himself off every wall. He was loud. He was stubborn. But above all else, he threw himself into everything he did with such raw passion and determination, making world around you feel just a little brighter when he was around. And yet, you could never bring yourself to tell him.

You don’t know when the tears started to spill; the only indication that you were crying was the wetness on your cheeks. Smoothing out your uniform and wiping the tears away, you continue your brisk descent down the mountain, the cool air pressing against your skin as you focus on putting one foot in front of the other.

The graduation ceremony went by pretty straightforwardly. You all sat in the large gymnasium, rows and rows of seats stretching before you. You listened to the principal’s address, then the teachers’ speeches, waited for your names to be called to receive your certificate. You sang along with the rest of your batch-mates as a farewell. And finally, you graduated high school.

The next hour was spent hugging and crying with all your closest friends, promising to keep in touch knowing that most of those promises wouldn’t last past the first couple of months. Most of your classmates planned to go straight into the workforce, opting to skip past university. You, on the other hand, had opened your acceptance letter to the University of Tokyo a month ago; and now with graduation out of the way, the future seemed to be coming at you full force.

After the long winded goodbyes, you decided to walk around the small campus of Karasuno High School, your tear stained cheeks the only reminder of the farewells you had just bid. Walking past the old classrooms you were filled with nothing but bittersweet memories of your adolescence. Yet somehow, you found yourself in front of the other gym—the gym the volleyball team had their practices in. The gym you spent most of your afternoons in for the past two years. The gym where you had first met Shōyō Hinata.

Peaking your head inside, you couldn’t help but let out a short laugh at the sight in front of you. Even on the last day of high school, Tobio Kageyama and Shōyō Hinata were at it, playing against each other in their formal school uniforms.

Somehow, you managed to get the attention of the short, ginger middle blocker, who came charging at you at full speed, stopping just a few centimeters from you.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, his wide grin almost as bright as his fiery hair.

The sound of his voice, always so full of energy, made you smile despite the lingering ache in your chest. For a moment, you stood there, not knowing how to respond, the weight of your emotions pressing down on you. Every goodbye felt heavier than the last, but this one, this one was different.

Your hesitation was cut off by him throwing his arms around you, bringing you in for a tight, almost desperate hug. His warmth, a usual anchor, only made the storm within you worse this time. Pulling away, he flashed you that same goofy, boyish grin, the one that never failed to make your heart race, even now.

“We’re finally done! Can you believe it?” He asked.

You forced a laugh, the sound bitter on your tongue. “Ha, yeah. Seems like those three years went by in a flash.”

He didn’t notice the hollowness in your voice, or the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. Or if he did, he didn’t comment on it.

“I’m glad there’s no more exams! Well, maybe for you there are. I heard about your acceptance to the University of Tokyo, didja know Kenma’s also going there? Maybe you’ll both see each other!”

His words tumbled out faster than you could process them, each one another punch to your gut. Kenma’s going there too? Your mind was struggling to keep up, the meaning was already fading but it didn’t matter. The excitement, the energy—it felt different, much more distant, like it didn’t belong to you. He was talking to casually, so effortlessly, like everything was just falling into place. But inside, you were falling apart.

“But keep in touch, okay? I’m gonna be off in Brazil, but that doesn’t mean we can’t talk!”

Braz….il? The word hit you like a slap to the face. Brazil? He was going to Brazil? Your mind was reeling, you could feel the blood rush to your ears, drowning out everything else. For how long? Was he ever going to come back? Why didn’t he tell you sooner? Why was he just casually dropping this bombshell on you now, when everything was ending. What did it even mean? Brazil. It felt like the world was slipping through your fingers, yet you hadn’t even made a single move to hold on.

Fuck.

A cold sweat broke out on your skin. This was last day you’d spend together for god knows how long, maybe even forever. And you still haven’t made your feelings clear to him. You still havent told him how much you cared, how much you loved him. How could you let this moment pass without telling him?

But did he even care? Did he even care about you in that way? It wouldn’t make any difference either way. You knew Shōyō, and even if he did reciprocate your feelings, you would always be second to volleyball.

You looked at him, his goofy smile so out of place with the turmoil inside you. How could you be this stupid?

“Yeah, yeah I’ll keep in touch, don’t worry.” A lie. “How could I not?”

You forced a smile, giving him a quick hug before turning on your heel and walking out of the gym, walking off the school grounds, and walking away from what is now your past.

FOUR YEARS LATER, you’re sat in your living room. A small smile on your lips as you absentmindedly fiddle with Kenma Kozume’s fingers. His arm draped around you, pulling you into his chest, the warmth of his presence a comforting feeling. He smelled faintly of laundry detergent and strawberries, the familiar scent filling you with nothing short of affection. Your legs are comfortably stretched out on the couch, the quiet atmosphere wrapping you like a blanket as he flicks through the channels, eventually settling on the sports network. You vaguely remember him mentioning that there was a match—the MSBY Black Jackals versus the Schweiden Adlers.

You smile up at him, and he looks down at you with a soft small smile on his lips. There’s a look of pure adoration in his eyes—one you know mirrors your own. The kind of look that says everything without needing words, the kind that makes everything else feel distant and small.

Nestling deeper into him, glancing at the TV as the members of each team run out. You freeze slightly as you see a familiar ball of orange hair catches your gaze—the unmistakable figure of Shōyō Hinata, now running out with the MSBY Black Jackals. Year of memories flood into your brain, but this time, as your heart gives a soft pang, you feel no softness, no longing. The nostalgia is bittersweet, yes, but it not longer carries the weight of what could have been. Instead it’s a quiet recollection of a time that’s passed.

Kenma presses his lips gently against your head, peppering you with soft kisses. Your heart skips a beat, but this time, it’s not a pang of longing for someone you could never have. It was love—full, deep, content.

“I love you,” you say aloud.

The words roll easily off your tongue, like a release. It feels like closure, a final acknowledgement to Shōyō, to the unspoken feelings from years ago. You let the weight of those words linger, not in regret or sorrow, but as a quiet, final acceptance of everything that has brought you to this moment.

a/n ; special thanks to @massacremars and @cherrysurf for beta reading for me lol i really wanna make a part 2 from shoyos perspective for this im ngl

[verynastyspoon]

DAD!SCOUT x FEM!READER PT.1

Summary: A christmas get to together that may be the start of the rest of your life

word count: 781

Authors note: I don’t remember how long after the christmas party was so I just said 7 years and sorry I got bored of the original scour fic but if anyone wants I might go back to it.

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10 years. Its been 10 years since the last time you saw Jeremy. You live a single life alone, no kids, just a dog but even in your lonely life youre happy. One day you get a letter in the mail from Jeremy Willis. You hastilly rip it open and nearly scream when you read the contents of it.

‘Hey y/k I miss you. I’m having a little Christmas get together with all the team and I would love to have you there.’

You are ecstatic and quickly pack all your things and rush to the airport with your dog. You had been alone for so long just the idea of being with some real friends makes you happier than you could imagine. You have “friends” but they have never fought beside you, almost died for you, and would do anything for you. They aren’t family like they are.

You get to Jeremy’s house on Christmas day. You can hear the boisterous laughter even from the driveway. You rush to the door and knock which you are greeted by a handsome (and very haircut needed) Jeremy.

“Y/K!” He gives you a hug. “Ive missed you so much!”

You hug back and smile warmly. “I missed you too Jeremy.”

You walk in and see kids running about “Wow are these all yours?”

“Hell ya well most of them those few are sollys but the others are mine.”

“Do…you have a wife?” You ask reluctantly because some stupid part of you still has a crush on the same man you haven’t seen in years.

“Pff those dead beats are gone for good. Im raising these beauties all by myself.”

You look in shock and a little relief. “Jeremy thats amazing.”

You all sit down eating and catching up on on eachothers new lives. After a while you find yourself on the floor playing with Jeremys kids. Tanya is running around in spys mask and the others are playing toys with you. Jeremy cant help but fawn over you playing with his kids.

When you look over and see him he looks away embarrassed for staring. You wave him over to come play, but a few moments later the kids leave to go play with your. Leaving you and Jeremy alone.

“You have a beautiful family Jeremy.”

“Thank you, you should come by more often youre great with them.”

“Maybe I will.” there is a long silence between you before Jeremy speaks up.

“You uh got a husband?”

“No and I dont have kids.” you sigh “I just havent found the right person yet.”

“I know what you mean, I got 3 ex wifes.”

You look up “3?! Why?”

“Well the first one cheated, the second one was a bad mom and the third left me for a woman.” He sighs “I just i dont know, I know 3 is alot but I just have so much love to give and no woman to give it too. But now I have my kids and I couldn’t be happier.”

You give him a hug “I love that for you Jeremy.” it stays quiet again for a moment. “You know, all those years ago I had a raging crush on you.”

“Really!?”

“Yes, but I kept it too myself because I knew you liked miss pauling. After you said you would move on I thought about speaking up but I was too scared too…. sometimes I wish I did.”

“I had no idea y/k, I wish you did because well I had a thing for you too.”

You both laugh softly at your obliviousness.

“Would, you ever want to go out to eat or something?” He asks nervously. “I know it’s been so long since we’ve last seen eachother but it feels like you never left.”

“I would love too.” You smile warmly.

“Great! But dont tell my kids I want to bring them around another girl unless I know its gonna work, you know?”

“I completely understand. Having in introduce a third girl to the family sounds like alot.”

“Thanks for understanding.”

The kids run back and jump on Jeremy all yelling ‘DADDY’

“Yes? What’s up?” They all yelled about some shenanigan Misha and Herberts baboon got into, leaving you alone excited for what’s to come

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𓇼~rafayel characterization/headcanons~𓇼

a/n; FISHBOY ON THE BRAIN. CHARACTERIZATION LIST FOR RAFAYEL BECAUSE IDK IF HE'D SAY THAT OR NOT. seen both myths and main story, not all the memory cards yet so this is not set in stone but i think i have a general gist of how he is. spoilers under the cut

would write you love letters. wouldnt show them to you, but def writes them.

you'd love to read them, unfortunately, his handwriting is like your grandmother's cursive. Beautiful, yet illegible.

whiny, spoiled brat on the outside, soft, sweet, considerate lover on the inside.

pretends to be way less competent than he is because he likes the attention.

acts of service and gifts. dont think he's a spoken-devotion kind of person.

will spend days painting, will only stop for you

struggles with pressure, i think. very avoidant. like when thomas is on his ass about a painting, he lashes out and avoids everything, hence why you have to help him finish things.

looooves little treats. you bring him a little treat and he'll do whatever you ask.

guilt complex that manifests as ruthlessness. i can't really explain how this is? but like, his darker side in the Siren Song anecdote and what i've seen of his desert myth (dont want to bother looking it up rn)

likes savory foods!

i dont think he can cook. he can cook just enough to keep himself alive. im talking scrambled eggs, grilled cheese, fried fish, MAYBE learned how to steam a vegetable

doesn't seem the vegetables type.

a note on fish: this man is an apex ocean predator. he is okay eating fish as well as many other sea creatures. he enjoys sashimi, in fact. (sidenote about the author, cant do sashimi because of the texture, but i do like sushi! i am tragically basic, california roll is my favorite.)

doodles you everywhere on everything. paints you. sculpts you. takes pictures of you when youre not paying attention or when he catches you in a particularly captivating light.

his favorite pictures to paint of you are the ones where you are so obviously bright with life.

big spoon, likes to sleep with his nose nestled in your hair.

buys you perfumes/colognes that he thinks go well with your natural scent/preferences/soap scents.

sniffs you. all the time.

loves the fresh laundry, faintly floral scent. prefers subtle, quiet scents.

raf has synesthesia! mainly based around color and scent. (purely a headcanon because i want to explore my own synesthesia.)

absolute baby when he gets sick. even if its just a cold, he is on his death bed and needs you to say his eulogy.

dramatic idiot <3

deals with conflict very maturely, if he fucks up.

if you fuck up tho? it takes a bit for him to make it up to you.

hugs, all the time. from behind, in front, the side, in your lap, in his lap. hugs.

i would pen him for a wine drinker? like, white wines.

very sultry when inebriated. like you've heard of happy drunk, get ready for relentlessly horny drunk. (also has the potential to be a happy drunk. very relaxed i'd say.)

sprawls when he sleeps. also steals the blankets. he will sprawl all over you.

hence, king bed for way too much space to sprawl.

would and has lied about his height.

i actually dont think he'd drive an expensive car tbh. he'd drive like a middle of the road car.

this is probably because he drives recklessly and it's easier to insure a less expensive car lmao

likes listening to your heartbeat. it's comforting to know you're still here. (some element of this will probably be true across all my headcanon lists for the lads guys)

thats all for now, folks! it was somewhat difficult to think of all of these, but i hope you enjoyed!

[protectionsquad24601]

Lemony Snicket was canonically a cheerleader and I haven't seen a single person talk about it. The possibilities are delightful- Lemony saying cheesy rhymes in a deadpan voice?? Lemony in a cheerleader outfit in general?? Lemony getting tossed around by others more qualified to be a cheerleader?? Lemony who joined cheerleading simply because Beatrice was in soccer?

[lovesickeros]

☆ de fontaine

{☆} characters furina {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings angst, suicidal thoughts, hurt / no comfort {☆} word count 1.4k

This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair!

She thought, for one moment, she could put the mask down and breathe – for one moment of daydreaming, she thought she could just be Furina. She thought she would finally get to live the live she should've had in the first place, the life she threw away to play God to an audience who saw her as nothing but a circus animal, dancing to their whims. Furina just wanted to be selfish for one brief and fleeting moment..and it was gone before she could even grasp it in her hand. A comet soaring past far out of her reach.

She can barely keep her hands from violently shaking as she looks down at them – broken and bloody and more a corpse then a person – and she feels so numb she can't even feel the rain pelting against her back. None of this is fair, she wants to scream, why is it always me? But her voice is silent beneath the torrent of rain. She wonders if the ocean would take her if she sank into it's depths – just for a moment, she wonders how it would feel to finally be able to sleep at ease.

Furina is tired.

But Furina is nothing if not useful, isn't she?

So she forces her feet to move, dragging against the stone beneath her heels, and drags their bloodied body into the nearest empty building, letting the rain do the work of washing away the smeared blood following her path. The smell makes her feel sick, the feeling of it sticking to her hands and gloves makes her lightheaded, but she persists. Because Furina is useful, because Furina won't let them die out in the rain, because Furina won't stand by and just let them rot on the streets like some..pest.

Furina wants to go home. She wants to sleep and she isn't she if she wants to wake up, this time. But she keeps going anyway.

Because it's all she's ever done, and the habit sticks.

An Archon she may not be, not anymore, but the expectations of five hundred years still linger like eyes on the inside of her skull. They watch her, pry and prod at her thoughts, mocking laughter and judging eyes following her as she forces herself to dance to the song they weave with glee. Furina never stepped off that stage – she's still there, she thinks, watching the crowd stare at her in disdain as the curtain call looms above her like a guillotine. She still hears Neuvillette deliver her damnation and salvation with a trembling voice, still feels her hair stand on end when electro crackled like the crack of the whip, Clorinde's blade aimed at her like a loaded gun.

She's trapped on that stage and she never left, not really.

She hates it. She thinks she hates them, but it's not their fault. They didn't ask for this, didn't ask for everyone to turn against them, didn't ask for her to save them. Neither did she..yet here they are, she thinks.

She tries to tell herself she's in control this time, though. She can stop performing her part in this horrible, bloody play any time she wants. It makes her feel better, just for a little while, if she convinces herself she's still Furina, painfully human.

And Furina has always been good at lying.

It's the believing that's the hard part.

There isn't time for her to wallow in her own self pity, though. They're still bleeding out onto the dusty, creaky floorboards of some random, broken down house and she's just standing there as the blood stains the wood. She can fix it – she's good at fixing things. She's done nothing but fix things – try to, anyway – for five hundred years. She can fix a little wound, how hard could it be? Her hands are clenched so tight they ache as she kneels down, wincing at the creak of the floorboards beneath her heels– she hesitates just long enough to wonder if she's making a mistake before she peels away just enough of the outer layer of their clothes to see the deep, bloody gash across their chest. She tries not to think about it – it's deep, too deep, and she feels dizzy just looking at it, but she's handled worse, right?

Furina can fix it. That's what she's good at.

She doesn't feel so confident when she tries to wrack her brain for..something. Five hundred years, and a little wound stumps her? No, she had to have learned something, right? She's decidedly not trying to buy time because she's panicking, parsing through hundreds of years of memories like flipping through a book. Furina isn't made for this, not really – she's running on nothing but adrenaline and she's really not sure what she's doing, but she's trying. And just like before, it won't be enough, will it?

She'll fall short again – she'll be too late to fix it before she's alone again.

Furina was an Archon..used to be. What use would she have for that sort of knowledge? Which makes her predicament all the more harrowing and bleak. What was she supposed to do?

Furina had heard it first hand, that vitriol in Neuvillette's voice. She isn't sure she's ever heard him that..angry before. She's not sure he would listen to her if she tried, either. And that scares her more then anything. All of Fontaine was up in arms about this..imposter, yet here she was, staring down at them bleeding out in front of her, and she was trying to save them.

Why? Why is she throwing away her only chance at normalcy for a fraud? Why didn't she just turn them in?

They were dying – that should've been a good thing, shouldn't it? So why didn't it feel like it?

"Why you?" Her voice breaks as she speaks in harsh tones, grabbing the front of their shirt in trembling, bloodied hands. "Why now?" She wants to scream, to demand answers they can't give, to claw back the reprieve she was promised after five hundred years of agony..and all she can do is sob into their chest, pleading for an answer that will not come. "Why me?"

Silence is their answer, and it hangs heavy on her trembling shoulders as she cries.

Of course they don't, she thinks bitterly, no one has ever answered her pleas spoken in hushed sobs. Not her other self and certainly not them.

Furina has always been alone. Furina will always be alone.

Because Furina never left that stage, never left that moment when she looked at herself in the mirror and took up a mantle too heavy for her to bear. She always finds her way back eventually. There's no one on the other side anymore – she stands alone on a stage, waiting for an inevitable end she isn't sure will come.

"Please," She pleads through tears and choked sobs, clinging to them like they are all that keeps her from sinking. "Please don't leave me, too." The words burn on her tongue – how pathetic is she that she craves companionship from the bloodied body of the imposter? Perhaps she's truly lost her mind after all these years..perhaps she's finally gone mad. She must have.

But their presence is like the first feeling of gentle warmth upon her skin as the sun crests the horizon, like the gentle lap of tides along her heels, the sway of branches and leaves as the wind blows through them like an instrument all it's own. They are the soothing sound of rain against the window as she watches the dreary skies in fond longing, the first bloom of spring as color blooms upon the landscape like paint had been spilled across the hills and valleys.

They are like the faint spark she carefully nurtures and stokes, so fragile even the smallest wind could blow it out like a candle. She cradles it within her palms, pleads with whoever will listen – prays that someone finally listens, because if not for her, then for them.

She's failed to protect too much already, let too many people with so much trust in her fall between the cracks of her fingers like grains of sand. She won't let them go – she can't.

If nothing else, if she couldn't be saved when she begged for salvation from that five hundred year long agony, even if she never got that chance..

Furina will make sure they do.

[helluvahotmess]

'I want you to continue to be who you are.' what if i fucking died what then

[faunandfloraas]

Look at all these boys Taylor @linoyes sent 🥹🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Also how did you access my tumblr drafts 🔎

[aryomengrande]

the tiger of the west junior high has reached his destination ! this apt will host karaoke and movie marathons—all for yuji and his favorite girl, jay ! thank you for stopping by at the apt, @itadoreyu ! come see us again in the future ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

rara's favorite random game | © aryomengrande 2023

…but wait ! these guests have arrived on an important day for the host ! taylor swift, who has been a great influence to her craft, celebrates her 35th birthday today ! upholding swiftie tradition, she’s handing out a bunch of friendship bracelets, made specially for yuji and jay ♡

to me fearless isn't not having fears, it's not that you're not afraid of anything. i think that being fearless is having a lot of fears, but you jump anyway. - taylor swift

[foxgirlmoth]

Actually I'm deleting the app. Peace out Tumblr, its been a hell of a decade.

Cohost, Bluesky, twitter, Steam, Twitch, and Discord are all: Windfaemaiden

Might be all lowercase on Discord, and thats the best place to reach me. After that I might be on Cohost, my Twitter is a bit dead, and bluesky is. Eh. Talk to me on steam if you wanna game.

My alt accounts here are Windfaemaiden for my art blog, and my alt blog which is 18+ is mothgirlmilk.

I might check desktop tumblr in a while but this place has become too hostile and its just painful. I met the love of my life here by talking about Metroid. I love this girl so much and the place we met has been so actively hostile I just can't be here any more and it sucks so much. I get sentimental about so many things and I'm crying over losing the place I met my wife. Fuck.

I'm gonna miss a lot of you, if we ever even exchanged a reply or dm or ask or two, I would love to hear from you in the future. If this place gets better I might even be back, who knows. So many of you have become friends and people in my circle who I love to learn about.

💕💕💕💕💕

[mcmadcanvas]

me watching reanimator: great movie! not too sure where all the shipping art comes from tho...

me watching bride of reanimator: ah, i see

[seeminglydark]

Hey um, so this is actually my first time typing anything on tumblr, partially because I only got it a couple months ago (something something healing my inner child because I only managed to secretly log into Webtoons during my younger years) and I am also a chronic lurker. Alas, it is the night hours and this, combined with listening to the first episode of Mil-Liminal has moved me to emerge, if only for a moment.

Sorry, this is strange. I am typing to someone I do not know who has written so much that is so close to my heart. Something about the first episode just really hit. Maybe it’s cause of how I can relate. Maybe it’s cause listening to it felt a little too real as if maybe you or someone you knew could relate. The thought makes me really sad but also less alone. Is that messed up?

Regardless, thank you so much for everything you make. Every success you have makes me really happy, and seeing you expand over the years to now being able to hear “Caro’s” voice after imagining it for so long- just awesome. Now if I may impose my nagging that I give to my friends upon you, please take care of yourself, make space and recognize the inherent worth you have, know that rest is necessary and you do not need to earn it, and thank you for everything you have done for the community and for all the dark times of my life you have lighted.

Hey, Hi. Even as a person who literally writes for a living, I'm always at a loss for words. Thank you. Thank you for summoning courage and coming out of the shadows for a second to send me this message. I want you to know it moved me to tears (don't worry, crying's healthy.) It's not messed up to feel less alone by listening to my stories, because you're right. Almost everything I write, I have experienced in some kinda way. That includes breaking free from control, running away, and living in my car and suddenly not knowing who the hell I even was (not from my parents though, as in Caro's case.) My writing is and has always been a way to process and express my own grief, healing, yearning, and wishing, identity, and sexuality. The fact that it can hit other people who might be going through or went through similar things actually makes it even more worth while to me. And you don't need to be sad for the things I've gone through, because it brought me here. Almost middle-aged, the bad times feel like an old nightmare I can barely remember, Breathing, Heart beating, ALIVE and with stories to tell, and if I'm lucky, some hope to share. Cuz there is hope, and don't you forget that.

Thank you again, from the very bottom of my heart. This whole message is really so special to me in the deepest most profound way possible. I want to reply to the last paragraph with something great to say, you know what I mean? Words are hard though. So instead I'll thank you again, and I'll ask that you have that same grace for yourself too, and leave you with a little drawing of a kid figuring out their life, even though they feel really lost right now, the wonderful thing about Caro's story is that we already know it's going to be ok one day. -RJ

[waffliesinyoface]

its always funny to me when people mention the protagonist of PLA "going home" after their arceus-assigned-duty is complete.

don't you get it?

Jubilife City is your home now.

[b4kuch1n]

blood loss edition

[fluxedbuds]

*twirls hair* tell us about daylight owl

it's an old minecraft rp series that starts off as like, your classic 'i found herobrine!!! (REAL)' type thing, but then shifts to be fully in-game with little to no reference to it Being a game. theres npcs with dialogue, and i mean like fully npcs, theres no other players involved as far as I know

The main focus of the story is these two dipshits brothers accidentally unearth a demon and it immediately causes mass chaos. It's pretty high-fantasy lorewise, with elves and dwarves and such. Prophecies. Ghosts. yknow

actually getting into why im still kind of insane abt it would require spoiling. basically everything lmao. but a large part of it is there's some secondary characters I find really compelling, and the relation the brothers have to the world itself is surprisingly complicated. it DOES feature some very heavy 'good vs evil, black & white' type themes, but taking that apart is something I find fun to do, and it fits pretty naturally into the story itself (although I suspect that was on accident)

Fair warning though, the finale is. Bad. It's so bad that it made me rewrite the entire ending. Like, its kind of insulting how bad it tanks itself at the very last second. I admire the dedication to finishing it even after literal years of delay, but it also means I can't recommend the series in good faith without adding a disclaimer like this, so

[bananielle]

VIVI i had a mental breakdown when i came back to silently stalk people again and i didn't see you anymore with your old url omg 😭😭 so glad to have found you again i hope you've been doing well with everything including life, studies, writing, and more !! 🥰🥰

I’M SORRY I MADE YOU PANIC MY LOVE 💔 i’m also so sorry for not following you first omg :( i can’t believe i forgot (feel free to never live that down and be mad at me forever)

i miss you sooo much! 💓 thank you sm for the sweet words (ﾉ´ з `)ノ 💝💝 giving you a ton of forehead kisses right now!! >.< i hope you’re doing well too, lovely 💘 in every aspect of life!! 🌸

[dayurno]

pacing around my room motioning widely towards my pinboard and when you look at it its just this chart of me trying to figure out the kerejean dynamics of the fic im planning